The Restaurant (The Nantucket Restaurant #1)(21)
“Plus, we don’t want to be short-handed for the wedding.” One of the highlights of her day had been when a young woman and her mother stopped in for lunch, and on the way out said they’d decided to book their wedding reception at Mimi’s Place.
They were planning on around two hundred people, which would fill the entire restaurant when they opened the adjacent function room. It had an accordion-style folding door that could be opened to make for one giant room. Mimi’s Place did a good number of weddings, and Mandy listened intently as Gary walked the two women through all the different options. This kind of event was right up her alley and she felt confident that she could help make it a special day by making sure everything went smoothly.
“I’m going to run back to the office for a bit,” Cory said as Mandy finished clearing the table and stacking the dishes in the dishwasher.
“Now? Why not just work here?” It was almost eight, and she felt about ready to drop. She was looking forward to putting on her softest pajamas, getting the kids tucked into bed and curling up with a book for a bit before climbing into bed herself.
“I left the papers I need at the office and I’ll be able to focus there and get things done more quickly.”
“Okay. Don’t stay too late though.” She kissed him on the cheek and watched as he walked out the front door. He was obsessed with work and had been as long as Mandy had known him. She foolishly thought that when he opened his own business, he’d have more flexibility, and more time to relax, but it was exactly the opposite. He worked more hours now than he ever had before.
Chapter 9
Jill’s first shift at Mimi’s Place was on Friday night. They’d agreed that while they’d split shifts so that one of them was always there, Jill would only work nights and the occasional weekend lunch shift so that she could still focus on her real job during the day. When she arrived at four o’clock sharp, Emma was on her way out and Gary was finishing up as well, and filling Gina, the night manager, in on the reservations they’d taken earlier that day.
Jill had met Gary previously, but not Gina. She was relatively new to Mimi’s Place.
“It’ll be a year next month,” she said when Jill asked how long she’d been there.
“Where did you work before this?” She was curious about Gina’s background. The girl was absolutely gorgeous with olive skin and wavy, almost black hair.
“I was at Via Mollo for ten years,” she said proudly, and Jill was impressed. Via Mollo was one of the best Italian restaurants in Boston. Which made her wonder why Gina would leave there and come here. As much as they all loved Mimi’s Place, it seemed like a step down.
“What made you decide to make the move? Via Mollo is a wonderful restaurant.” Via Mollo had great food, but their service was exceptional. You really felt pampered.
“It was time. I wanted a change, a more relaxed environment. I fell in love with Nantucket, and I like the people here.” Jill was fascinated at the expressions that raced across Gina’s face as she spoke. Hesitation initially, and a hint of wariness in her eyes that gave Jill the sense that there was more there than Gina was willing to say. When she spoke of liking the environment and the people at Mimi’s Place, though, her smile reached her eyes and lit up even more when she winked at Jason as he walked by. His face flushed a deep crimson, and Jill chuckled. “I think you just made his night.”
“Jason’s a doll. He brought me a sample of tonight’s special, the short ribs, before he left for the day, and I told him it brought tears to my eyes. We should run in the kitchen and get you a quick taste of the specials, too.” She twisted her hair into a loose knot as she spoke, secured it with a pen from her apron pocket, and then ran an earthy red lipstick across her lips. “Okay, let’s go.”
Jill practically ran to keep up with Gina all night. Her style was very different from Gary’s—just as professional, but oozing charm. Jill realized as she watched Gina interact with the customers that she was a huge asset. Her training from Via Mollo gave her a sophistication that the customers responded to. It was something that she often saw in the best restaurants, a very subtle way of seeming to know and recognize every customer that walked through the door, even if it was their first time in the restaurant.
“Mr. and Mrs. Dennison, we’re so happy to have you here tonight. We have a fantastic quiet table by the rear window for you that I think you’ll love. It will be ready in just a moment.”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” Mrs. Dennison said and then turned to her husband. “I’m so glad we finally made it here. The Kelleys have been raving about this place recently.”
Gina led the Dennisons to their table moments later and Jill complimented her once she returned to the front desk.
“I love how you make everyone feel special when they get here, even if it’s their first time. People seem to really respond to that.”
“Thanks. It’s something I learned at Via Mollo.” She smiled and looked around the dining room. They had a moment of calm before the wave of people were due to arrive.
It lasted all of about a minute before the first disaster of the night happened. Tina, the bartender on duty who had been with the restaurant for years, hurt herself cutting fruit garnishes. The sharp paring knife slipped and went into the soft skin at the v at the base of her thumb. It went through almost to the bone and she must have nicked a vein because the gushing wouldn’t stop and Tina nearly passed out at the sight of all the blood. Gina took charge immediately and called a cab to take her to the emergency room at the Nantucket Hospital to get it stitched up.